If the sword of Xuanyuan sword has a soul

Only Yu Wentuo's face was as indifferent as before, neither the ecstasy of winning a big fortune, nor the embarrassment and anger of accepting a dead man's house, he saluted in a standard manner.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

As soon as the words fell, the morning scene ended like a farce.

Having won the title of Great General, the yard of the dead, Yu Wentuo moved out of Yang Su's mansion in the warm spring of this year.

Practice swords, read books, kill people, and fight.

Yu Wentuo's heart is full of wind and sunshine, and the Lingtai is clear and quiet, without the slightest hesitation, nor the slightest sorrow.

Yang Guang, Yang Su, Dugu Ning Ke.

Power, fame, glory.

No matter praise or praise, no matter who lives or dies, in his eyes and heart, they are just the skin of the painting, the phantom in the water, a piece of nothingness.

Morning, evening, midnight.

Yu Wentuo only feels the change of time every moment, and enjoys the unique beauty of life in the breath.

Today's Yu Wentuo has ruthless eyes, but righteousness in his heart.

Another three years in the blink of an eye.

Yang Su died.

The slender eyed, powerful Yang Gong was unable to withstand the roulette wheel of fate and the call of death, leaving behind an increasingly fatuous emperor and a precarious Sui Dynasty.

Yang Su met Yu Wentuo before his death.

"The Great Sui Dynasty."

These are the last three words he left behind.

After Yang Su's death, Yuwen Tuo granted him the title of Grand Master.

On the day when Yang Guang made the decree, in the past three years, Yu Wentuo, who had gradually grown in stature, just stood on the court hall, with an awe-inspiring majesty that could not be violated.

Yu Wentuo's momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

On the golden horse and jade hall, no one dared to meet his pupils.

It has nothing to do with different colors, or even power.

"Yuwen Aiqing." Yang Guang slumped lazily on the dragon chair, with two black circles in his eyes: "Since it is the last intention of Yang Gong, you will be the Grand Master from now on."

The emperor waved his hand: "There are disobedient kills."

"If you don't do anything, kill it."

"If you don't like it, kill it."

As soon as the three killing words came out, none of the imperial envoys dared to come forward to persuade them. The whole house of imperial envoys had been killed by the gradually brutal Yang Guang in the past three years. Like a mouse.

Yu Wentuo's expression was still exactly the same as three years ago.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Okay." Yang Guang felt more and more that the courtroom was meaningless, and his eyelids drooped, "It's okay, let's go."

Yu Wentuo retreated from the resplendent court hall, ignoring the officials who were peeping at him, walked down the white jade steps step by step, and walked out of the imperial city with vermilion houses and green tiles.

Outside the imperial city, there were already people waiting.

"General."

The middle-aged man with broad shoulders and narrow waist stood in front of the carriage, bowed in a proper manner, raised his hand to take a low pear wood stool from the shaft, and placed it on the ground.

Yu Wentuo nodded and stepped into the carriage.

Opening the curtain, Yu Wentuo bent down and lowered his head, and stepped into the carriage.

After Yu Wentuo sat down, the middle-aged man with a fierce aura jumped onto the shaft of the chariot, lightly waved his horsewhip, and the chariot drove away from the imperial city without haste.

Yu Wentuo sat inside, lowering his eyes slightly, and Xuanyuan Sword had already appeared in his palm.

As soon as the golden ancient sword came out, it couldn't wait to take shape.

Small round ears, big golden watery eyes looking pitifully at Yu Wentuo, who is less than Yu Wentuo's stature. The two palms of the cub grow together, and the soft paws rest on Yu Wentuo's hand Going up, he carefully rubbed against his master.

Grand Master Yuwen sighed, reached out and stroked the little lion's head.

"There's no need to go back today."

The bright golden eyes immediately narrowed into a line, and with a cheerful grunt, the little lion turned over, revealing a fluffy snow-white belly, and stretched its four paws upwards on Yu Wentuo's lap.

Yu Wentuo circled the little lion with his hands to prevent it from falling, with half helplessness in his eyes.

In the past three years, if the only variable was the Xuanyuan Sword that was closest to him.

Xuanyuanjian gave birth to spirituality.

And the more people kill, the higher the spirituality.

Half a year ago, after Yu Wentuo strangled a group of bandits, this ancient sword of kingship, which is said to be made of copper from Caishou Mountain, with the sun, moon and stars engraved on one side of the sword, and the holy way of mountains, rivers and trees on the other, The sword, after the mountains and rivers were stained with blood, finally manifested into a spirit body.

Although I had a premonition, I have to say that when this weapon spirit appeared, Grand Master Yuwen, who had always been calm and indifferent, had to go blank for a moment.

A small, soft, golden-haired lion cub that jumped into his arms cheerfully as soon as it appeared, exuding a soft and easy-to-push breath all over its body...

Is it really Xuanyuan Sword?

Yu Wentuo came back to his senses, feeling extremely complicated.

Because he is not the original Yu Wentuo, so even Xuanyuan Sword is different?

Although puzzled, Yu Wentuo could only try to accept such a Xuanyuan Sword, but...

Every time, seeing Xuanyuanjian in the shape of a little lion rolling and stroking sadly, Yu Wentuo felt a wonderful sense of guilt. This feeling even made him completely unable to call out the word Xuanyuanjian to the little lion.

I can't call out, I have to not call out...

So up to now, a certain lion who only focused on stroking the ball has never paid attention to it, and its owner has never called him when he transformed.

The author has something to say: After I finished writing this article, I immediately felt that I had already transcended. It was Xuanyuan Sword, Xuanyuan Sword.

PS: Small theater: One hundred thousand troops are approaching the city!

Taishi Yuwen descended from the sky, with a tall and straight figure and icy eyes.

"Xuanyuan Sword."

With a flash of golden light, a cute lion wagging its head and tail appeared out of thin air.

Crowd: ...

PPS: I forgot to change the update time again, so I posted it as soon as I finished writing, ah!